And shall this next relation take her off?
Micio. Aye, to be sure: why not?
Æsch. Oh barbarous, cruel!
And to speak plainly, Sir—ungenerous!
Micio. Why so?
Æsch. Why so, Sir?—What d’ye think
Will come of him, the poor unhappy youth
Who was connected with her first—who still
Loves her, perhaps, as dearly as his life;——
When he shall see her torn out of his arms,